Surely, surely, you must be sensible of the calls that your country, that
mankind, have at this epoch of the world, upon all--all, especially,
possessing your advantages and powers. Can we pierce one inch beyond the
surface of society, and not see that great events are hastening to their
birth? Will you let those inferior to yourself hurry on before you, and
sit inactive while they win the reward? Will you have no share in the
bright drama that is already prepared behind the dark curtain of fate, and
which will have a world for its spectators? Ah, how rejoiced, how elated
with myself I should feel, if I could will over one like you to the great
cause of honourable exertion!"

For one instant Godolphin's eye sparkled, and his pale cheek burned--but
the transient emotion faded away as he answered--

"Eight years ago, when she who spoke to me was Constance Vernon, her wish
might have moulded me according to her will. Now," and he struggled with
emotion, and turned away his face,--"now it is too late!"

Constance was smitten to the heart. She laid her hand gently on his arm,
and said, in a sweet and soothing tone, "No, Percy, not too late!"

At that instant, and before Godolphin could reply, they were joined by
Saville and Lady Charlotte Deerham.

[1] I suppose Godolphin by the word pleasure rather signifies happiness.

CHAPTER XXXIX.

LUCILLA'S LETTER.--THE EFFECT IT PRODUCES ON GODOLPHIN.